pear tree partridge
how happy I was to learn about you
one spring, home sick from school
finding you out of season in a storybook.
feeling better, with gingerale
I memorized all the lines
the music too
with a scratchy throat
praised by my grandparents
singing the golden rings
into the faint and april light
beyond my curtains.
how was I to know that simple day
emblazoned would come back to me
along with your song.
all your dancers have moved on.
your pipers too.
and the telling swans.
I wish I had not.
mary angela douglas 21 may 2023
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